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14•Clingy

Clingy
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"Taehyung are you okay? What happened to you?" I ask, as Taehyung, at last, wears something and enters the living room with a pained expression. I was growing uneasy at his blank expression which is why I finally decide to ask what was wrong.

His eyelids felt drowsy and face barely making any attempt to make any expression. Hair long and messy, covering almost both of his eyes to hide away the pain. His eyes were glistening with slight water, making my heart to drop painfully. He wasn't crying or expressing his pain, which makes it ten times worse. I wish he let all his pain out because Taehyung bottling up his emotions never ended in a good way.

He was wearing an oversized grey hoodie that was doing wonders to his beauty. Placing both of his hands in the hoodie pocket, he tiredly sits down on the couch. His head falls back and his face almost disappears in the massive hood. However, he still remains painfully silent.

"Why are you here?" He finally asks, voice barely hearable. His deep voice turned deeper than usual. Biting my lower lip, I nervously contemplate what to say.

"I came to remind you about the meeting tomorrow, and everybody wanted your opinion in their works."

"Is that it? Is that why you came here?" He asks, a voice indicating disappointment and maybe a hint of hurt.

I nod. He frowns a second later. ''You shouldn't have come all the here. You're pregnant. Take the rest of the day off and go home.''

''But the meeting-''

I didn't know why I felt so guilty. "It's okay, you go home, I will check." He at last says, he gets up and begins walking to the staircase.

I abruptly get up and call out, "Wait! Where are you going?" My voice came out rushingly in worry. He does not look okay and if he's not okay, there is no way I am leaving him.

"To my room."

"Uh..."

He cocks an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something. "Can I stay here?" I finally ask. I did not want to leave. Not after knowing he was sad and upset about something.

Before he could say anything, I throw another question. "Are you hungry? Knowing you, I bet you didn't even have breakfast.'' 

He silently bites his lower lips, knowing very well I got it right.

I walk to the kitchen which was connected to the living area. He silently follows with his drowsy eyes never leaving me.

"Sit here and talk to me," I suggest and grab the chopping board and a few vegetables to cut. I prepare some other ingredients and present them on the counter. Taehyung silently watches me. He needs to talk it out and get out of this depressing hole. I am not allowing him to stay this miserable.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I am hungry too." I ignore his question. "So I will eat too!" I smile like an idiot. He finally gives in and lowly chuckle which was more of a cute scoff.

He leans against the counter and watches me prepare a meal. I blush slightly as his eyes were intensely piercing my every step.

I try to focus on the making of spaghetti when a sudden pair of palms snakes around my waist from behind. Catching me off guard, my heart flinches from the spot and prepares itself to beat faster. Taehyung attaches his body on my back and engulfs my frame around him, back hugging me. His face rested on my shoulder firmly.